I am a devout skeptic. (For those unfamiliar with the term The Devout Skeptic see my post on it.) What matters to me is whether God exists or not. The truth is what is of upmost importance.

Still, theists often bring up studies, claiming religious people are happier. I have no reason to look up the studies. I think it may very well be true, but people can be happy without religion.

I’ve confessed on this blog before about my schizoaffective disorder depressive type. (I have a few other issues as well.) In the early stages of my disorder, I was beyond isolated. I moved in with a family member who I felt at the time mistreated me, so I tried to be in bed when the person was home. I had no car and knew no one in the area.
I was, also, trying to see if my childhood atheism was correct. I decided to go to an Episcopalian church. The priest was the nicest man I have ever met. He’d even pay for my meds when I couldn’t. Everyone else was nice too.

Plus, they taught me contemplative prayer. It did feel trancendent
and calming, but many people feel this spiritual experience from meditation and prayer. I know Sam Harris wrote a book on this. I’m not normally a fan, but I’ve read half of it. It seems good so far. I digress…

For me, religion was temporarily helpful. I think it was 99% being genuinely cared for and 1% contemplative prayer, but it had to end. I couldn’t live with being intellectually diahonest.

I’m much happier than I used to be why? I have chosen a dream to chase.